The Scent of Lies: A Paradise Valley Mystery (2 page)

“Isabel, that’s a ton of fat and calories,” Maggie pointed out.

“I know, but it tastes so good. Besides, I ordered it just to bug you,” Isabel teased.

Maggie grimaced. Isabel carried a few extra pounds and often promised Maggie she’d work to take them off when she had time, but she never seemed to find the time.

“You are what you eat, Isabel,” Maggie told her for the thousandth time.

“Well, maybe I should eat a skinny person, then.” Isabel flashed a mischievous smile. “But I don’t see that on the menu.”

“There’s just no point talkin’ to you about it.” Maggie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Exactly.”

The waitress collected the menus. “Thank you, ladies. I’ll be back shortly with your food.”

Emily took a sip of her ice water. “So, what’s new in your world, Camille?”

“Oh, I have the most exciting news!” Her face lit up and her hands flitted about. “You know that big candle business that’s expanding and building all those new warehouses and offices down by the railroad tracks?”

“You mean Heaven Scent?” Isabel offered.

“Yes, that one. They’re also expanding into a new line of bath products and they’re having a big launch party. Guess who they hired to plan and cater the event?” Camille wore a smug grin.

“Hmmm, let me think.” Isabel tapped her chin mockingly.

“Me, you silly.” Camille patted Isabel’s arm. “Oh, I’m so thrilled!”

“Wow, that’s a big job. Kudos,” Maggie said.

“Yes, Camille, that’s fantastic,” Emily chimed in. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you all. It’s going to be fabulous.” Camille declared, smiling broadly. “But enough about me, what’s going on with the rest of you?” She glanced from face to face.

“I’m happy to report my fitness trainin’ business is goin’ well. Oh, and I just have to tell y’all that I have the most gorgeous, delicious new client. He’s tall, dark and oh-so-handsome,” Maggie gushed.

“Sounds like you’d like him to be more than a client, Maggie.” Isabel raised a questioning brow.

“Maybe.” She giggled.

“He’s not married, is he?” Isabel asked suspiciously

“I don’t think so. He doesn’t wear a wedding ring and he hasn’t mentioned a wife.”

“It’s best to make sure, Maggie, before you start getting all dreamy over him,” Camille warned.

“Yes, Mama,” Maggie deferred sarcastically.

“Well, I’m working on a big case,” Isabel said. “Do you remember the man who was arrested for killing that family in eastern Oregon, George Semanski? The FBI is building a case against him, and he’ll be going to trial in a few months. I’m headed out of town in the next few weeks as part of the work I’m doing on it.”

“Oh my gosh, Isabel,” Maggie exclaimed.

“Why is the FBI involved?” Emily questioned.

“Because after killing the family, Semanski kidnapped the neighbor’s kid—or I should say he
allegedly
kidnapped the neighbor’s kid—who happened to be at the house during the murders and took him across state lines, which makes it an FBI matter,” Isabel explained.

“That makes sense.” Maggie nodded.

“What about you, Emily?” Camille asked.

“Me? I guess my real estate business is doing
okay
.” The word okay carried a hint of uncertainty.

“Not great?” Camille asked, sticking out her bottom lip sympathetically.

“More like limping along,” Emily answered. “I have a young couple I’ll be showing homes to later this afternoon. I’m
really
hoping they buy today, because Lord knows I could certainly use the commission right now. A couple of my deals are set to close in the next few weeks—fingers crossed—but there are not nearly as many as there use to be.”

“Are you still paying the lease on Evan’s old office?” Isabel asked.

“Yes, I’m on the hook for another year, unfortunately. And because it is such an old building, subleasing is almost impossible. The building is practically vacant as it is.”

“Ouch,” Isabel responded.

The server returned with a plate in each hand and another server followed with the rest of the food, setting the plates down in front of each of the women.

“Mmmm, it smells delicious.” Isabel took a whiff of her burger and fries.

“Yes, it does, and everything looks great too. Thank you, miss,” Camille told the young waitress.

“I’ll be back to check on you ladies a little later. Enjoy.” Katie moved on to another table.

As soon as she left, Emily gently clinked her knife against her water glass a few times to bring her friends’ attention to her.

“First, before we dig into our lunches, I want to say thank you all for picking this lovely restaurant for our celebration. I’m so enjoying the sunshine and the river view,” Emily began, and all the other women nodded their agreement.

“Secondly, in honor of celebrating the five-year anniversary of the day we met and began our friendship, I would like to make a toast.” Emily raised her glass. The other women picked up their glasses, as well. “I want thank each of you for being there for me when I needed you most this last year, after Evan died, and for us all being there for each other through the ups and downs of our lives. You are the best friends any woman could have, and I love you all!”

“Here’s to all of us!” Camille chimed in and they all took a sip of their drinks. “Thank you, Emily. That was so sweet.” She patted Emily on the leg. “Now girls, why don’t we take a walk down memory lane?”

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, as she picked up her fork to dig into her fish.

“It’s been a long time since the special day we’re honoring today. I thought it would be fun to talk about it. Do you girls remember that day we first met?” Camille glanced around the table. “And why you were there?”

“Of course,” Isabel answered, munching on one of her oven fries. “You were holding a cooking class at your catering shop and we came to learn how to cook.”

“You were all such newbies,” Camille chuckled, picking up a forkful of sea bass. She had just opened her catering and event-planning business in a small warehouse space and had offered a series of cooking classes to start bringing in money and to meet potential new clients. Her idea worked brilliantly and it pushed her business forward to success. Those classes also brought this circle of women together and they had grown to become best friends.

“I remember that I took the class to learn how to cook somethin’ other than my mama’s down-home recipes,” Maggie recalled, sprinkling a little dressing on her salad. “I had hopes of impressin’ and snaggin’ me a successful man, but it hasn’t quite worked out that
 
way.” Maggie offered a mock pout. She was still single, much to her chagrin. But her little boy was now grown and had recently enlisted in the navy, and she was financially independent and providing for just herself.

“Evan and I were newly married,” Emily recalled, “and I wanted to learn to cook for his sake. I was the worst cook ever, and you really helped me, Camille. Of course, I was so bad it wouldn’t have taken much to make me better,” Emily admitted, which drew laughter from the girls.

“And what about you, Isabel?” Camille asked.

Isabel set her burger down and cleared her throat while she wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Alex wanted me to take the class. He loves to cook and he’s quite good at it. With him being a lawyer and me working at the FBI, we both work pretty long hours. I took the class for him, so we could have fun cooking and creating dishes together on the weekends. It’s hard to believe it was five years,” she patted her tummy, “and fifteen pounds ago.” A nervous giggle escaped her lips.

“Hey, wasn’t there another woman in that first class with us?” Maggie asked.

“Yes, Abby something?” Emily said.

“Abby Randall,” Isabel replied. Her memory was sharp and clear. As a financial analyst, she had a habit of paying close attention to details.

“Yes, poor Abby,” Camille said.

“What do you mean, poor Abby?” Emily and Maggie said in unison, then turned and grinned at each other.

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Camille sat up straight and leaned forward.

“Heard what?” Maggie’s interest appeared to be piqued, obviously expecting a tidbit of juicy gossip.

“Now, don’t tell anyone you heard it from me, but she and Bob are getting a divorce.” Camille leaned back a little, as if to let the information sink in.

“Divorced? Abby and Bob always seemed so happy,” Emily commented. “I ran into them a few times around town, at a restaurant or at the store. They seemed like things were going well. I wonder what happened.”

“Well, I’m not one to gossip, but I ran into her one day at the mall and we chatted for a few minutes,” Camille explained, picking at her sea bass. “Abby had taken classes from me several times, so I probably knew her better than any of you. She told me she thought they were blissfully happy and everything was going along beautifully. They have three children, you know, a nice home, and lots of friends—she said their life was perfect. Then one day, out of the blue, Bob told her he had fallen in love with another woman and he wanted a divorce. I’m sure it just broke that poor woman’s heart.”

“How can that happen?” Emily asked. “I mean, how can you think everything is perfect, and then out of the blue your husband doesn’t love you anymore?” At the mention of another woman, her mind went to the note she’d found in Evan’s pocket just an hour or so earlier. She shook her head to get rid of her burning desire to know who Delia could be.

“Abby said he traveled a lot for work, so he obviously did whatever he wanted to while he was away,” Camille surmised, “and then pretended to be the perfect husband and father while he was home. I guess he just got tired of pretending.”

She paused and her expression became sullen. “Now that I think about it, my Jonathan travels a lot for work too. You girls don’t think that could happen to us, do you?” Camille’s upbeat and carefree tone turned serious and she sounded genuinely worried.

“No, Camille,” Maggie replied, putting her hand over Camille’s. “You need to stop talkin’ like that.”

“My word, you and Jonathan are perfect together. I don’t believe for a moment he would do that to you, or your children,” Isabel told her. “Please, Camille, just kick that horrible thought out of your head right now.”

“I agree, Camille. That’s just plain crazy talk,” Maggie added.

Emily didn’t say anything. She was caught up in her own thoughts, wondering if something like that could have happened to her and Evan. Like poor, unsuspecting Abby, Emily had thought she and Evan were blissfully happy too, but now she was having doubts. And if it could happen to her and Evan, it could also happen to Camille and Jonathan, couldn’t it?

Even in the refreshing spring breeze, sitting in the open and expansive outdoors, Emily felt like she was suffocating under all the talk about unfaithful husbands, and she felt compelled to cut and run. “I’m sorry to cut this lunch short, ladies.” Emily abruptly stood, pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet, and laid it on the table.

“But you’ve hardly touched your lunch,” Camille said in surprise.

“I need to meet those clients I was telling you about. I’ll talk to you all soon.”

Looking stunned and speechless, Maggie, Camille, and Isabel stared in silence as Emily dashed a quick glance behind her then hurried away.

Chapter 2

Emily regretted having to lie to her friends, but she simply had to get out of there. All that talk about
seemingly
happy marriages and
possibly
unfaithful men was more than she could stomach. After that conversation, she was even more driven to discover who this Delia woman was.

At least it was true that she did have an appointment to show homes later that afternoon, but since she had a couple of hours to kill before then, she’d decided to head over to Evan’s old office. One way or another, for her own peace of mind, she had to find out if her late husband had been cheating on her.

Emily pushed open one of the large wooden doors and entered the lobby of the historic gray-stone building that sat on Main Street in the heart of Paradise Valley, a quaint, picturesque town situated just to the north of Boise, Idaho. After walking down a short hallway, she stood before the door to her late husband’s office. The opaque window in the door still bore the lettering Evan Parker, Private Investigator.

Fidgeting with the key in the old keyhole, it finally gave in and unlocked. She pulled in a deep breath to steady herself as she entered, standing still for a moment, surveying the room. She had not been to this office since Evan was killed in it. The murder had gone unsolved, and she had been left to wrestle with the unknown.

Heart-wrenching memories came flooding back to her, and she was momentarily paralyzed by them. Evan had been found shot to death here, in the corner by the file cabinets, a single gunshot to the back of his head. The local police had no suspects and no prospects.

There had been a fat stack of cash with a rubber band around it found in a locked drawer of his desk, totaling five thousand dollars. Since the money was still there, the authorities figured it wasn’t a robbery, but it did cause them to wonder why he would have that much cash with him. Emily wondered too—on more than one occasion.